It Took One Dance

Cotillion

Elain's POV

The dress was perfect. 

A deep emerald green, a long flowing skirt that just brushed the toes, an open back, and a tight, square bodice. I spun in front of my mirror, admiring the dress for the hundredth time, and I couldn't help but sigh at its beauty. My dark, dirty blonde hair was up in a half braid and the rest of my hair hung in curls, it shined. My eyes seemed to glint, looking more green than I'd ever seen them, as though they knew the color of my dress and wished to match it. I had done my own makeup, and it actually looks really good. Not too much, but just enough to give my face a certain glow I'd never seen before. I glanced across my room through the mirror, saw my creme colored dancing shoes, smiled, and started my way downstairs.  

When I reached the downstairs floor, carrying my new shoes and a small purse which held my phone. My mom took pictures, lots of them. But finally I told her that I had to go or we would be late. She nodded distractedly and kept reminding me I looked amazing every few seconds, but we made it to the car and began the short drive to the open air venue on the old train station. 

The old place truly had been transformed into something beautiful. Fairy and Christmas lights lit the floor with a beautiful glow, flowers hung at random places, and there were a few tables and chairs for us when we got tired. My breath caught in my throat at the venue of my first cotillion. I smiled. My dress was backless and spaghetti strapped and although it was February it was warm-ish. At five pm it was about 70 degrees with no clouds, so we were al set for an open air dance. My parents took more pictures of me at the venue with the few girlfriends who had already arrived, but they left soon after and I was left with my friends to await the rest of the high schoolers. 

Authors note!!!

Just so ya'll know the characters go to a really small private school. So when I say "Highschoolers"  I literally mean 20 people. yeah. 

Hope I'm doing okay with this story!

About fifteen minutes later everyone had shown up and I was hanging out with a bunch of my girlfriends. taking lots of pictures, complimenting eachother's dresses, complaining about our shoes... you know. normal things. We also talked about which boys looked good in their suits and ties. My eyes kept straying to one blonde guy who I though looked especially hot in his outfit, even though he looked a little uncomfortable. This boy never stopped moving, his ADHD was on high alert tonight, he seemed especially giddy. I thought he looked pretty hot in the suit, someone had done up his hair, and his tie was loose, but that was just his style and I didn't mind. He looked pretty freaking great to me. Then he turned his head and his blue eyes met mine and I turned around fast, blushing. 

"He is totally staring at you right now!" Whispered one of my girlfriends who had noticed this quick encounter. At six o'clock on the dot the teachers told us it was time to dance. The rules of cotillion were simple. Do the dances correctly and appropriately, and all boys have to dance will all the girls, and all the girls must dance with a the boys. 

One at a time I danced with all my friends. There were a few dances that were awkward or difficult due to the males not dancing very well, but...I managed. Then I was dancing with a boy I'd been friends with since Kindergarten, Nick. 

Nick almost as soon as we started dancing began talking to me in hushed whispers. 

"I see you haven't danced with Nate yet." He says with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Obviously, no I haven't." I said quietly to him. " But... I'm so nervous to dance with him! What if he doesn't like me?" 

My friend looked me in the eye, despite his towering height difference to me and said, "He does like you, Elain. He likes you a lot, he just pretends not to be too interested in front of his friends. But in those rare moments when you're not staring at him--